PROFILE: Wasp - Leech for hire
ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ
Name: Digbee Phan
Alias: Wasp
Age: 28
Date of Birth: 29th of February, 1998
Date of Embrace: 14th of March, 2026
Gender | Pronouns: Demi-guy, They/He
Personality:
• Positive: Loyal, observant, sympathetic
• Neutral: Humble, reserved, low self-esteem
• Negative: Dependent, quick to spiral, possessive
“Everything happens for a reason.”
Wasp tells himself that everyday. He believes in it wholeheartedly. He doesn’t take chances. He doesn’t risk. He lets life hit him in the face times and time again. Not once in his life had he made a decision that mattered. What’s the point, right? It’s not his fault if he doesn’t take actions. When day comes, if they make enough to afford it, Wasp would stare up at the ceiling of some dingy motel. Thinking. Regretting. Unmoving. That is, until Caine knock them out for the day.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇꜱꜱᴇʟ
Physical Desc.: Messy, from their state of mind to their physical appearance. Even though he's average height, Wasp's constant hunch makes him look much shorter. His eyes always seem to be pulled down by his heavy eye bags. Otherwise, Wasp looks like every other South East Asian man. He likes it that way. Drawing attention is the last thing he wants. His clothes, always brown or black. It helps him blend into the shadows. His black hair is more or less worse as he cuts it himself, leaving shaggy bangs in front and the back tangled layers.
• Early life: Even if he tries his darndest, Wasp can’t really recall much of his childhood. Parents or siblings, they’re all a blur in his head. Digbee spent his teen years in his distant uncle’s home, the only relative whose face he can still remember. Between school and a part-time job, they mostly cleaned up after the uncle after he was out drinking. Ironic that he had to be the adult for both of them.
• Barely human: With no friend or aspiration to speak of, he moved away at 18. Work was a bit easier to find, to be fair, he’d take anything that pays within reasons. He even made a few “friends”. The man’s still got to network. They only come to Wasp when they have a gig “too difficult” or a job that they think “he needs it more” aka borderline illegal. He won’t complain, though. He was in no position to. Wasp drifted by at life. Barely living, mostly rotting. They stopped questioning the meaning of their life. It was too hard a question for them. But what a cruel and twisted joke it was. Someone appeared in his life.
• Saviour: Someone beautiful, unapproachable, yet they spared their precious time to talk to Wasp of all people. When asked why him, they say they were with a charity. Of course! An angel like them, it made so much sense. They even invited him to come work at that same charity. Wasp doubted it at first, but thinking if even he could be saved helped maybe he could help other people too. The people at said charity were apparently all fan of his special person. Wasp was seething at first. But he didn’t have to be for long. They made him believe he was special too. Only him got to be in their office after hours and most definitely only him was told to leave all his gigs behind.
Wasp stayed by their side all day, every day. He didn’t have to know what they did when they go out for days on end, as long as they came back to him. Everything was okay. Everything was perfect. Even if all they did was pulling him into a dark corner and leaving him to wake up alone and exhausted, he was willing to follow them forever and ever.
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Clan: Tremere
Generation: Tenth (through Diablerie)
Sect: N/A
Sire: Delaney Hindley
Predator Types: Blood Leech
Touchstones:
- His uncle, the only family he's still in touch with
- Little Georgie, an old "co-worker"
Convictions:
- Never harm the derelicts.
- Snitches get stitches.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Auspex • Thaumaturgy •••• Protean •••
Thankfully, with Delaney's strict teachings, Wasp takes to Blood Sorcery rather quickly. Seeing that Delaney has nothing left to run on beside spite and greed, they train Wasp into this perfect receptacle to their eventual return. They need to know how well this body can practice precise spells and how far it could go in order to reshape vitae into weapons.
Wasp didn't quite like the idea of becoming a means to an end at first. They made a deal with Delaney. "Let me use Protean or I'll walk into the sun." It was a bluff. To his surprise, their Sire agreed. A petty strike is not worth burning your vessel over, after all. Finally, something of their own. Something they can figure out themself and can't be bound to a ritual.
ᴍɪꜱᴄ.
- Mawla: Gilead, a Nosferatu that had a "past" with Delaney. Both of them refuse to tell Wasp about it. Both of them refuse to talk to each other and only communicate through Wasp. He assumed they fucked.
- Their favourite cigarette flavour is Saigon Melon or Peach. Though these can be quite hard to find, Gilead helps them out once a while. Their least favourite is anything a strong odor. (I hate Thăng Long cigs for its smell, so he hates it too.)
- Inventory (Backpack - frequently changes): cash, lock picker's kit, first aids, pain relievers, sewing kit, fabric scraps, a radio, cigarettes, hair ties, journal and pens, toothbrush and toothpaste, wet wipes, sanitary pads.
- For the time being, Wasp doesn't have a Haven. They have a rental locker where they put their belongings. Then they go outside and meld into the earth. Landlords can catch these undead hands!
- His Shapechange is a buck! divider by @/somebitchprobably-graphicdump
